
My favourite was a public loo in Oxford where someone had written a huge poem all down the cubicle door. Best bit? Someone else had added detailed literary criticism. Only in Oxford. Have you seen better? Worse? Do tell.
( , Thu 3 May 2007, 17:16)
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For some inexplicable reason, there is a graffiti supply store near my house in Sydney, which sells nothing but spraypaint, marker pens and books about graffiti.
So predictably the entire neighbourhood gets tagged on a regular basis by the little arsewipes who buy the stuff.
Almost all the arsewipes that is, because when one did my place, I studied his tag, learned how to do it properly and tagged the shop, right over a large artistic piece they'd sponsored.
It was removed quickly, but I'll bet the little fucker finds it hard to buy paint there now.
Sucker.
( , Mon 7 May 2007, 7:02, Reply)
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